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Monday, 1 December 2014

I was sure I was going to read all day and shock all three of my regular followers with no blog post at all.  However, it ended up being a tiny little workday during which leaving the house resulted in a number of photos.

Allan went out in the mid morning to find much ice still around, after a night that got down to 26 degrees:

in the bogsy wood....

in the bogsy wood….

in the water boxes...

in the water boxes…

with the house reflected...

with the house reflected…

in the li'l red wheelbarrow...

in the li’l red wheelbarrow…

by the kerb under the wheelbarrow (note the UK spelling because yes, I am a UK-o-phile)

by the kerb under the wheelbarrow (note the UK spelling because yes, I am a UK-o-phile), although I would rather be able to be an independent-Scotland-o-phile and an Anglophile)

In his shop, the thermometer said 20 ...

In Allan’s shop, the thermometer said less than 20 degrees..

The front garden is in heavy shadow all day now; even our very low house blocks the winter sunlight.

The front garden is in heavy shadow all day now; even our very low house blocks the winter sunlight.

Staycation got put on hold as we had gotten a call for gardening help from the owner of the Red Barn.  We would not have gone out to help just anyone; she’s awfully nice.  Next year, I told Allan as we loaded some gardening tools back into the van, I will put out a bulletin to all clients three weeks before staycation seems likely, saying to get in all requests NOW because after Thanksgiving we will be unavailable.  Not everyone knows that.

When Allan hooked up the work trailer, he found a wealth of potato bugs on the log that supports the trailer hitch…and is that a fungus?  It is certainly not as photogenic as the ones Mr. Tootlepedal finds.

Is that a fungus on the log that supports the trailer hitch?

Is that a fungus?

A whole clan of bugs had taken shelter in the cold night.

A whole clan of bugs had taken shelter in the cold night.

I am grateful that we are able take time off through January.  We used to be able to take only about a month off, and in earlier gardening years, Robert and I did odd jobs to get through the winter.  I figured out that up until this past year, even with six weeks off, we had two weeks less time off than an office worker with weekends and holidays and a two week vacation.

Hard work is not what is putting us in the gravy of taking a longer staycation and being able to support yummy restaurants; it is because we both have small inheritances as a cushion.  I say this because it is important to me not to promote the hard work and bootstraps equal success theory.

But enough of waxing almost political.  Back to our little bit of work:

The beautiful house by which we worked.

The beautiful house by which we worked.

a whiskey barrel that has seen better days

by the garage: a whiskey barrel that has seen better days

The top crust of soil was frozen.  We were able to lift it off and then get to the Stargazer lily and narcissi bulbs that needed to be replanted into the new container, by someone who knows which side of the bulb goes up.  While we waited for Amy to bring the new container, I walked next door to Diane’s garden.

Sedum 'Autumn Joy' putting on a good winter show in Diane and Larry's roadside bed.

Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ putting on a good winter show in Diane and Larry’s roadside bed.

Every time we drive down Sandridge Road lately, I have been bothered by three white broken off stems sticking out the front of the Stipa gigantea.

Even at 45 mph, I would fret about this.

Even at 45 mph, I would fret about this.

After some trimming, I knew I would feel better next time we drive by.  I don’t mind about the bits sticking out the back…till February.

after....I can tell the difference.

after….I can tell the difference.

a bit later...the planter is done.

a bit later…the planter is done.

In the reloading of tools, I forgot bulb food so sometime when driving Sandridge Road we must pull over and add some.

Because we recently purchased a bright red toaster oven (my desire, for making easy staycation toasted tunafish and cheese sandwiches!), we were on a mission to find a piece of kitchen furniture to hold it.  We went a bit further on up Sandridge to poke around the offerings at the Bay Trader.

The Bay Trader

The Bay Trader

I knew what I wanted and did not see it there.  Of course, it was a fun place to browse anyway.

bright display of dishes

bright display of dishes

an old photo of downtown Ilwaco

an old photo of downtown Ilwaco

and some other beachy pictures

and some other beachy pictures

After dropping off a gardening invoice at Oman & Sons Builders Supply Long Beach store, we next had a look around the big antique store in Seaview.

diving in

diving in

After going round the whole inside of the store’s many booths, I found the perfect thing…sort of.

thing

At least I was able to show Allan that what I sought was a painted wood cabinet.  This one would have been perfect if it did not come with a hutch on top.  And it cost over $400.  I then found a white dresser that might do for $65 and realized I had made the rookie mistake of not measuring the two appliances that we wanted to sit on top.

On the way home to measure, I saw that the Ilwaco Antique Gallery was open.

Antique Gallery

Antique Gallery

I also saw that one of the Ilwaco planters was mysteriously missing a largeish chunk of soil!

Blimey, what happened here?

Blimey, what happened here?

While Allan added some soil to that, I cruised around the antique shop to no avail.  Lots of charming objects, but no piece of painted kitchen furniture.

a cute table just like the one my grandma had.

a cute table just like the one my grandma had.

Would this fainting couch keep me home reading?

Would this fainting couch keep me home reading?

sparkling bright winter sunshine on seasonal decor

sparkling bright winter sunshine on seasonal decor

After three large antique stores had provided no perfect piece of furniture, we gave up and went home.  And, darn it, only one hour left of daylight made it too late to do the other away-from-home project that has been nagging at me, replacing a bit of grass at the edge of the volunteer post office garden with gravel.  (On the way home, I noted that the grassy bit is larger than I had remembered.  Uh oh.)

As we measured the microwave and toaster oven, I had a sudden brainstorm.  Could I perhaps have a useable piece of furniture outside?  Allan said “I didn’t think you keep furniture outside.”

But…of course, there was the perfect piece, proving there is no place like home.

The old wooden potting bench!!!

The old wooden potting bench!!!

With a lick of paint and some metal or a tile piece laid on the top, it will work just fine and dandy in the kitchen.  Shabby chic was my style before it even became a style.  While Allan got the piece moved into his shop to dry out for painting, I dumped all the old tomato growing soil from greenhouse pots into the garden boat.

Not willing to rest yet, Allan put the trailer, dry from our cold clear weather, into the garage to get a coat of sealant.

before

before

after3

after

 

Allan wants you to know that yesterday, he made a pie crust from scratch with the rolling pin that used to belong to our neighbour Nora, given us by her dear granddaughter.

pies

The pie crusts became pumpkin pies.

The pie crusts became pumpkin pies.

The pies provided our late afternoon snack.

The pies provided our late afternoon snack.

Thus ends a sort of workday.  Back to staycation now with the hope that tomorrow might be a reading day.  I just finished a funny and also emotionally wrenching novel by Liane Moriarty,  Three Wishes, and am reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower and anxiously waiting for the fifth Seaside Knitters cosy mystery to arrive at the library as I can’t proceed with books six and seven till it comes.

(Along with Grimm, we’ve seen two awfully good movies in the evening recently:  Short Term 12 and Samsara.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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